My Sudden Rich System Novels & Stories

"Alright then." "Yuri!" He called out, and I turned to see him stepping out of a small house on the rooftop. "Have a mobile phone arranged for her when we touch down. Have fifty thousand dollars wired to her new account." "What?!" I screamed. "I was joking!" "Do you want more?" He stroked my cheek. "I can triple it if you want." "You don't mean it." "Make it one fifty." Yuri nodded. "Don't be scared," he pressed his lips into the side of my head as he stared out into the meadows. "I won't go bankrupt."

I pretended to be disgruntled. In fact, everyone knew that Matthew was very rich. He not only ran the family business, but also used his money to invest in many things, so even if he left Brown Corporation, he was still a billionaire. Moreover, he also had a lot of shares in the corporation. If he left the corporation, he wouldn't have to work hard anymore and still receive money from the profits of the corporation. "Then I must rely on you." Matthew pinched his cheek. "That idea is not bad, you can rest assured at home, I will earn money to support my family. I guarantee you will be much whiter and fatter." I laugh proudly.

It would also reduce the group’s net profit, thus effectively reducing the group’s tax liability. In the United States, the rich would use the company’s money for expenses like buying plane tickets or a car. They would never use their personal account to pay for large expenses, the Rejuvenating Pill for instance. While Jordan was preparing for the bidding, he instinctively removed this payment method from his considerations. He wasn’t the only one to do so. All the rich participants of this action employed the same method as well, including those who won the bidding earlier. They too made their payment using their corporate accounts.

Fifteen billion was such a massive sum of money that they no longer had to work for the rest of their lives. “Too bad…” Everything was fine except for the fact that he did not get to f*ck Luna, but it was not important. With fifteen billion in hand, he could sleep with any woman he wanted. He could marry a new woman every night and become a groom every day! “That’s enough.” After the two of them transferred all their money away, Richard said, “Let’s leave this city. We should lay low for a couple of days. Tomorrow, Sumeria will be shaken to its roots.”

Su leaned back carelessly, bent over and picked up the backpack, "go back first, and go to the bank tomorrow to raise money." It's a T + 1 system, and it's not until the next day that she swaps shares for money. But the next day it was Friday, and Su went straight to the bank with a lesson. "The silver certificate was transferred," she looked down, handing over a pile of information to the teller. The teller took it and struck the keyboard a few times. Suddenly she took a breath of air-conditioning, and she looked up and looked back, "Sorry, Miss Su, your business may require a senior teller."

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

she explained, her voice softening with genuine pride, “are the first of the perpetual profit stream, Roberts. Untraceable, organic, and growing on the foundations of the untraceable gold Mantu Singh left us. This is where your financial expertise is truly useful: building clean, sustainable wealth from dirty beginnings.” Roberts looked at the saplings, seeing not just trees, but future tax havens, layers of clean, legal profit that would fund Savita’s dynasty for decades. His gaze moved from the young trees to Suman’s face, tracing the lines of concentration and quiet ambition there. He realised he was no longer a CFO; he was an architect of this profound, criminal ecosystem, secured by the

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

“The synchronization stabilized the second Blake made contact.” Blake froze. “…I did what now?” I looked at him slowly. And understanding unfolded piece by piece. The Truth About Bonds “It reacts to emotional anchors,” I whispered. Cesare went silent again. Then— “…That explains the variance instability.” Blake sighed. “I would appreciate one sentence today that sounds normal.” Normally I might have smiled. But not now. Because another realization hit harder than the last. The Evaluation Isn’t Random The system wasn’t scanning power. It wasn’t measuring intelligence.

“Okay, start from the top. What’s going on?” "Grandfather left a will, we're suddenly rich, Mother seems happier, I think I slept with some guys, I enrolled in business school, I think..." "Alex!!! Wait. Slow down. I heard the word "Rich"." I took a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “So, you about the will reading?” “Yeah. The whole ‘you’re suddenly rich’ thing? Hard to forget.” “Well, it’s real. It’s so real, Gilda. I can’t even process it. One day I’m barely getting by, and the next, I’m sitting at this insane dining table with people I barely know, being told I have millions of dollars.”